‘I don’t have any questions about the crash, Mrs. Whitman,’ Rod said. He unbuckled his gun belt and laid it on a table just inside the door. ‘...h?’ Rhonda replied. ‘Then why…?’ ‘I had questions about you,’ Rod said. ‘And I think you’ve answered them.’ ‘I have?’ Rhonda purred. ‘You sure have,’ Rod said, stepping toward her. He untied the belt around her waist and spread the robe open. And when he did, he got another surprise. Mrs. Whitman’s lithe form was encased in a super-sheer lace camisole. About two inches and then they get stuckshe giggles at me and then helps me as we pull down her pants i smile at the situation, her being so needy for meonce the pants are finally down i get to worki suck at the clit right from the start stealing her breath in quick motion i lick and nip my tongue darting about finding every nook and cranny to lick and claimall the while i enjoy the squeals and moans of my name and whines of “go faster!” her hips shaking but pushing themselves into my face i. I am really really tired. So Ivy if you really mean what you say and that you now care for my feelings, then this means that I can go back to sleep!!" Charles spoke in a tired tone.Charles was about to close the front door but Ivy put her boot by the bottom of the front door."Hey listen Charles. I really am sorry. You have no idea how bad I am feeling right now. I care about you. I take no joy in seeing you like this. What happened on Thursday is not going to happen again. I promise," Ivy cried. Millions of years of evolution had taught her pussy to maximize the moment, to force whatever man who could please her to cum deep in her belly and therefore guarantee the survival of the species. Her hips rotated involuntarily, working back and forth and all the while milking the huge tool that plumbed the heretofore un- explored depths of her lovenest. He looked at Tammi’s face and saw her eyes glazed, her open-mouth breathing, her tongue darting in and out in time with his thrusts,.